Diabolo Menthe

In your high school binders
There are your dreams and your secrets
All those words you never say

Words of love and tenderness
Words of a woman
That you hide and condemn
That you hide, little Anne

In your high school binders
There's blood and there are tears
The first wounds of your heart
The first wounds, the first tears
That bruise your soul
That bruise, little Anne

In the high school cafes
You have to bluff, you have to lie
Around the mint diablos
When you talk about the night
Of last summer
Of all those first lovers
That you only had in dreams

In your high school binders
There are your dreams and your secrets
All those words you never say
Words of love and tenderness
Words of a woman
That you hide and condemn
That you hide, little Anne
That you hide and condemn
That you hide, little Anne